it was getting late. she knew she had to make it home quickly.
she dashed through the doorway, clutching her schoolbag tight. her usual route was crowded, so she decided to take an alternate route. the muggings were getting closer, and she knew it was growing more unsafe. but what other choice did she have?
as she was passing through an alleyway, a group of masked men blocked her path. they demanded all her valuables—none of which she had—and she tried to push through.
during this attempt, she felt a sharp pain strike from her side, following a warm sensation flowing through her uniform.
she tried to fend them off with all her strength, despite the wounds raining down on her. not long after she forced them to retreat, she fell to her knees, exhausted.
her vision was blurring on her.
she no longer had the strength to move.
she tried to turn to her schoolbag, knowing she had to contact someone for help. her efforts to move were all in vain, and she felt herself swaying to one side, falling into a peaceful darkness as she fell limp against the concrete.